i miss the boy so terribly. he gets back a week from friday. he's having a good time though. i suppose it just bothers me that all these people can go places and i can't. it bothers me that i miss him so very very much and can't do anything about it but wait.















i'm just so very restless and have a distinct aura of melancholy hanging over me. what am i doing with my life? nothing. i feel so unaccomplished.

















how do i know what would make me happy without knowing what i want? i have some ideas, but nothing really. good friends, good books, good food, these things would make me happy. i can't ask for much more. as long as i can be surrounded by smart, kind, lovely people, then i will be alright.